Meandering

Went on a ride today with a friend from the Ranch. A beautiful day, with the sun out. Still a little cool and windy, but not too bad.

It’s always been fun to just take a road and wonder where it goes, and how it will lead back ‘home’. When I was in high school I went riding with a friend one day. We decided to flip a coin every time we came to a place where we had to make a turn. We ended up quite a way from home. It was definitely a fun outing.

I also remember walking down the hill to the creek where I lived when I was growing up. I decided to just walk along the creek, following it, just as it wound its way along to the Potomac River. I decided that I would not look ahead or jump ahead, but would follow every little curve, one step at a time.

Today I find that that is a memory that has been important to me. When I think about the path I’m on, it feels like meandering. Taking this road and that, wondering where it leads, and how it will return me home again. I would say that generally I do go down the road less traveled. It is a mystery that takes me there. And I do love mysteries!